Lyrics

My niggas came with the one-two step Your niggas came, counted: one-two, left Real talk I can never feel mislead True to myself 'til the day of my death Why you niggas so upset? Why you niggas so upset? Why you niggas so upset? Why you niggas so upset? How do you still feel upset? Don't share my energy with anyone You should learn to do the same... I ain't surprised, you keep on hating Your energy is everywhere This dick ain't free Bitch, it's a whole lot Of other lame niggas, you could get rocked Plus my knees weak and I cannot Stand to be figure for another thot I ain't got time, add an underscore Headlines with my face, fast money tour Word to my momma, Imma go and get commas Be the man of the house, no drama Fuck you looking at nigga? Do I look broke? (Indeed!) Ain't tripping it's a matter of time I'ma go and get what's mine Yessir Cause real niggas ain't scared to provide In the meantime I'ma stay posted with Gracy Watching y'all clock no work Y'all look like the last president that tried to check his time It was on the other side Dumb ass My niggas came with the one-two step Your niggas came, counted: one-two, left Real talk I can never feel mislead True to myself 'til the day of my death Why you niggas so upset? Why you niggas so upset? Why you niggas so upset? Why you niggas so upset? How do you still feel upset? Don't share my energy with anyone You should learn to do the same... I ain't surprised, you keep on hating (IXI) Coming like Bucaresti 1992 Woo, what an entrance State of shock, everybody like... Got your bitch saying... That's a pretty tight tunnel where my dick staying Yeah The Gracko never been playing Don't ever say the King's name in vain Ok little --- you? Big brain The gold plain detectable Big war 'bout to start I mean the plan's pretty practical Icebergs ridin' 'round the game, staying tactical Ask Sika, they in plastic bro Half of my generation being from my left testicle Big misconception Probably thinking he is a machine The way he's always pleasing his section The key is attached to the tip of his finger I'm never saying please, I'm that nigga I'm taking everything, I'm just... Ok mon bro, c'est bon? Vas-y j'y vais, je suis en retard.
Writer(s): Gracy Anthony Mawa Kilekama, Guillaume Pernot, Ruben Da Silveira Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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